User blog comment:Corbus/A Game Of Fate/@comment-4423064-20121108201732/@comment-25220117-20121112193741

''Suddenly the realization of attack hit the fox, rousing his warrior blood. Slipping his own key into a slot on his belt, he stood up, balling his fists, his keen eyes darting to and fro, wildly searching for something to use as a weapon. As the squirrels approach, he lifts up the chest with a grunt, throwing it at the nearest of the strange creatures, foaming at their mouths. Never had he encountered such beasts in his previous travels. Zager soon found himself regretting ever signing up for this ill-fated journey''